Daisy's eyes widened.

She fixed her gaze on him. “Albert, I despise that name. Jeslyn, Jessie... Why's our child's name so much like hers? You pine for Jessie every day, yearning to reunite with her, don't you? Albert, you don't hate me but I hate you."

Albert remained indifferent.

With pity in his eyes, he spoke softly. "Truth is, you're much like my old self. You didn't understand love, just fooled around. But I eventually learned to love, though I couldn't hold onto her. So I set her free. With Jessie, I felt something I never knew before—love.

Yes, I named our child. And it's just because I miss Jessie. But you?